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IN MY DREAM, A FIERY BEAM SHONE THE MIRROR OF MORROW
I SAW MYSELF IN VALIANT RED, IN HELM OF MY SHIP KORA
HAIL CAPTAIN! HAIL CAPTAIN! MY SAILORS CRIED IN ACCORD OF THEIR STOIC MASTER
WHO HAD BLUE BLOOD OF ROMANIAN PRIDE, WHO WAS THEIR SOLE SUSCEPTOR

SET ON SAIL AFTER GIVING VISIT TO BETHEL
THEY WAVED AN AVE TO THEIR LOVED ONES
RHAPSODIC JOY GLEAMED IN THEIR EYES
WHICH BROUGHT AN INEXPEDIENT COMMOTION

FOR MONTHS THEY SAILED ON VIOLENT TIDES
WHICH MADE NO PEACE WITH THEIR CAPTAIN'S PRIDE
HE LED THEM INTO A PEACEFUL SIDE
OF WHAT THEY CALL HIS DEFT STRIDES

MISERY FOUND THEM WHEN THEY WERE ON THEIR GLORY
DESPAIR TOOK OVER WHEN ENEMIES' SHIP CAME IN THE SCENERY
FEAR, HAD THEIR THROAT CLENCHED
BUT FOUND PEACE IN THE CAPTAIN'S WORD, IN WHICH THEY WERE DRENCHED

'LOOK TO ONE'S LAURELS' CAPTAIN CRIED
'DON'T FEEL DEFEATED BEFORE YOU HAVE TRIED' 
'IF PROVIDENCE HAS HIS GAZE ON YOU,'
'HE WOULD BE DISMAYED TO SEE THIS MORBID VIEW'

ERRONEOUS BELIEFS GOT CARRIED AWAY IN WIND OF WILL AND VIGOUR
IRE WAS IN THEIR EYES AS THE WAR GOT TRIGGERED
SOULS DEPARTED AS BODIES FELL BUT THEY DIED WITH A SENSE OF PRIDE
SOON TRAVAILS OF SAILORS BROUGHT VICTORY FROM ITS HIDE

THIS DREAM I HAD SOON WILTED OFF
LIKE A DEAD LEAF FROM ITS BRANCH
I TRY TO LIVE THAT DREAM TO THIS DAY
TO HAVE THAT YOUNG FAITHFUL HEART





©VIREN

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